
Photo: Amitai Asif
“Almost there!” she sighed.
What had been an orange halo of illumination at the horizon of their climb finally crystalized into evidence of habitation.
She could hear Merri’s labored breath behind her.
“Not long now,” she cajoled to mask her wariness.
Will they be welcomed or will they be turned out again? The other two places were small towns. This was a big city. Perhaps they could blend in. Hide in plain sight.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Illumination in 73 words
nice. I think I’d like to hear a little bit more of this story.
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π you mean, more than in 73 words? … π
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Oo very intriguing! Who are they? Why do they need to hide? My imagination is running wild!
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Yay! I like wild imaginations running around β¦ π
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I loved this, Na’ama!
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π Thank you, Dale!
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